We will adapt.

17 years ago I had a little boy. I named him with intention. His Hebrew name means “God has given me laughter.”

But I wasn’t laughing. If you would like more details of what happened to me after I had my Angel, check out my blog Wewilladapt.org. To keep this brief, I became very mentally ill, and the psychiatrists I saw used me as an guinea pig to see how the new psychotropic drugs worked. Soon I was on so many meds I was passed from psychiatrist to psychiatrist because they were afraid they had gone too far. Indeed they had.

I developed two movement disordersand could not work. When I moved to my home I was the breadwinner, and hadnt developed the movement disorders at that time. Work was all the medicine I needed. I felt fulfilled. I felt useful. I felt needed. I felt proud of myself. When all that stopped I sank in to a deep depression. Oh how I wish I could work again. Work give me so much joy and fulfillment. Feelings I have been lacking for years. Read my story. I can’t tell it here. I can only tell you to tell the truth. Yes. Tell the truth.